We re-wrote this story, it was
formerly titled 'Ghost Writer' but we want to make a sort of on going adventure
for the two main characters so we changed the name and have Ghost Writer as
the first story in a series. There were some inconsistencies from the tenses,
first and third person, but we've hopefully taken care of most of the problem.
Feedback is most welcome on this.

Disclaimer: This story portrays
women in love, and yes physically loving each other, ( in other words, "THERE'S
SEX HERE!!!") so if you're squeamish about that sort of thing, you may want
to avoid this story.

This story touches on one of
the most heinous and violent times in history, the Burning Times when "witches"
were tortured and brutally murdered, all (technically, anyway) in the name of
a gentle carpenter from Nazareth. (Who, from all accounts, would have denouced
such behaviour vehemently. I have no quarrel with him, just those who used the
power of his name to cause harm) Still, there are no graphically violent scenes
described in this story. Oh, yeah- there is a wee four-letter word or two in
here.

Part One: Ghost Writer

Emmeline Cassidy looked over
to the shadowy corner from behind the bar of her tavern, The Witchs
Brew. Yep, she was there, just as she had been every night, sitting solemnly
in the corner. Other patrons avoided that particular table. It was her
spot, and Em didnt begrudge it to her - god knew the poor thing had been
here so long she deserved her own spot. Em wiped off the bar, emptied the ashtray
in front of her, then smiled and took the order of the next customer, temporarily
distracted from the lone figure in the shadows. Em glanced back periodically
throughout the night, as always, wondering what she was thinking and
why she was there. Em often wondered if any of her patrons could see
the ghost, or was that just her right as owner.

Em both loved and hated this
tavern. Her father had left it to her when he passed on and it became her livelihood.
She was small in stature with long silvery hair she wore in a bun, and years
of hefting kegs of beer had left her well muscled. As many an unruly patron
had discovered with dismay over the years. She had keeping this tavern for so
long, it seemed it was all she knew. But there was a part of her which
longed to simply walk away and start a new life. Em had seen the ghost - and
others - here in the Tavern all her life. She could almost hear the spirit's
thoughts, mirroring her own.

So many faces, so many different
stories. Ive grown tired of listening to their woes of unhappy lives outside
this place.

Em sighed, scanning the many
familiar faces. Em knew everyone in the little town of Goldstone. Most of the
people in this place had lived here all their lives; their families had been
here for generations. One by one, they had made their way into the tavern at
one time or another. All the dirty little secrets, the heartaches, the triumphs,
the prejudices - Em was probably the most informed person in the town, but never
let on what she knew.

The centre table was filling
with what looked like a celebration. Em looked and saw they were from the Colton
Publishing firm. Foxworth Colton was a canny businessman and his publishing
house had recently expanded to encompass the acquisition and sale of rare antique
manuscripts. Em assumed the women at the table were there to celebrate. They
had a feeling of festiveness about them, though they held an expectant air,
as if waiting for someone.

Celine reluctantly stepped through
the door of the tavern, shivering in the autumn wind. She took the coat off
her petite frame and shook her blonde hair down to drape her back. She hadnt
wanted to go out at all tonight, but the "girls" at the small publishing
company where she worked as a translator for foreign manuscripts had wanted
to celebrate some of the girls having birthdays in October and Celine was one
of them. Celine wanted to just go home, yet gossip was rampant in this small
New England town and she couldnt afford to put them off anymore- especially
when one of her co-workers was the bosss daughter. Only on the job in
her daddys company for a month and already Amanda Colton had been asking
the others about Celine. Unfortunately, Celine did not play the politics game.
She went to work, did her job - and did it well - and went home, keeping her
personal life personal. Dreading the grilling she knew she would receive about
boyfriends and the subsequent "matchmaking" game she knew she would
endure this night, Celine smiled to herself. Ah, if they only knew
she thought.

Em watched Celine enter the tavern.
Now there's a face I haven't seen in a long while. She thought, Celine
Howe. Em knew Celine's father, in fact they had gone to school together.
Jason was a really nice guy. He was so devoted to Susan-what was her last name?
Em scratched her head trying to recall, well it eventually became Howe. Susan
was a real beauty and Em could see how Celine took after her mother. It must
have been so hard for Celine to grow-up without her, and her father, poor thing,
he was so young when he died. Em watched Celine hesitate at the doorway. She
followed Celine's gaze to the corner. She saw the ghostly woman stand up and
walk toward the young blonde. I wonder if she could see her too. Em decided
to keep an eye Celine and the ghost.

Celine's bright green eyes were
drawn to a shadowy corner. She felt a slight chill, raising goosebumps along
both of her arms. She saw nothing there, however, and dismissed the sensation
as the residual chill of the night air.

In the shadowy corner another
felt her fleeting glance and was startled. Something like hope sprung up from
the one who sat at that table. No one has ever looked at her before and she
was certain that young woman who had such a familiarity about her was seeing
her. The ghost stood up needing to find out for sure.

Celine stood there for a moment
longer gathering her courage - and patience - to approach the table where she
saw her co-workers, already gathered and seemingly many drinks into inebriation.
Again, she felt the sensation of a chill and again her eyes were pulled in the
direction of the darkened corner. Celine frowned, wondering what was happening.
She searched for the cause, allowing her gaze to wander to the empty table in
the dimmest corner of the Tavern, feeling someone watching her, but not seeing
anyone there.

A woman at the centre table stood
and spoke up. "Celine?" Celine struggled with the impulse to turn and go back
out the door. Instead, she planted a false smile on her lovely face and walked
up to the noisy group at the table. Celine sat down next to Amanda who had been
saving her a seat.

Celine felt a bit awkward with
Amanda, it was obvious the way Amanda hinted at her desire to be more than just
co-workers with the blonde. But the last thing she wanted to do was get close
to anyone at work, especially her boss's daughter. She couldn't imagine letting
anyone from work into her personal life, in this small town eventually word
would get out, especially the way Amanda gossiped.

It seemed hours to Celine before
she could politely stand and make her farewells.

"It's getting late," she said
to everyone and no one. "I have to get going."

"Awe do you have to go?" Amanda
pouted, as she twisted a piece of her auburn hair around her finger. "Stay for
a while longer," blue eyes pleading.

Celine shook her head no, then
said her good-byes and put on her coat, politely declining the pleas to continue
the party for a bit longer. Celine turned her head and looked into the shadowy
corner again, but whatever had caused the eerie feeling before seemed to be
gone now. She turned towards the door and was hit full force by the unseen entity.
Her green eyes glazed over and she could "see" the shimmering outline
of a woman about her age. Celine nodded in acknowledgement - "everyone"
knew The Witchs Brew was haunted - it was one of the old town legends
and one that its owner, Mrs. Cassidy capitalised upon shamelessly.

Celine had no fear of ghosts
or spirits - she had seen and felt them all her life, some more clearly than
others. Apparently this was one of the stronger ones. With relief, Celine smiled
at the shimmery being and nodded again. It must be so lonely, she thought.
I wish there was something I could do to help her - she looks so sad

The spirit looked surprised.
She seemed to reach out to Celine and Celine started to put out her hand to
the ghost, then remembered the women behind her. She smiled again, apologetically
then glanced towards the door, asking to pass by, hoping the ghost understood
her unspoken request. The spirit hoped for something else.

"Celine are you okay?"
Amanda asked.

Celine rolled her eyes, then
turned and shook her head slightly, shaking off the trance-like state she had
felt herself falling into.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry,"
Celine said. "Ill see you all on Monday." She turned and walked
to the door, feeling the chill return and stay with her. It felt even colder
than the pre-winter air outside. Unable to shake it off, Celine pulled her coat
tighter and got in her car. She turned up the car heater all the way and began
the drive home, unaware that she was not alone.



Celine arrived home and the first
thing she did was turn on the computer. She then took off her coat and turned
up the heat in the small apartment while she waited for the computer to warm
up.

A black cat came running out
of the bedroom, meowing and chirping her greeting.

"Galinthias," Celine
said, delighted, as she bent and picked up the cat, cuddling her feline companion.

Galinthias twisted her lithe
body to be put back down, then ran to her empty dishes on the kitchen floor,
meowing her displeasure.

Celine chuckled and shook her
head. "Okay, okay, Im sorry - but I had to go," she said, following
the cat into the kitchen and opening the cupboard. She shook some dry cat food
into a dish. "Believe me, I didnt want to - but if you want to continue
to be kept in the style to which you think you deserve to become accustomed,
then I have to keep this job. And that means doing stupid crap like tonight
sometimes."

Her dish full, Galinthias turned
to eat, ignoring Celines explanation for her long absence.

Celine smiled fondly at the cat
and went to the other room, turning down the thermostat on her way. She still
felt a little chilled, but nothing like she had at the "Brew" that
evening. Shaking her head, Celine thought about what she had seen there, the
image already fading to the back of her mind. She sat in front of the computer
and signed on to the internet.

"Come on, Raven, please
be on," she said, softly.

She remembered when she and Raven
first met. Celines employer, Mr. Colton had taken possession of some rare
old manuscripts with thoughts towards auctioning them off. There had been some
concern over the effectiveness of the security system then in use. Although
Celine was a translator, he asked for her help, knowing that Celine used internet
resources to assist with her translating. Celine had gone on-line, looking for
a security company to implement a new, more secure system. She found Ravens
website and contacted her to inquire about her services and fees.

Celine found Ravens firm
to be the most reasonably priced as well as the one most suited to the needs
of her employer. Mr. Colton was very pleased and hired Raven to implement a
new system to protect the valuable manuscripts.

When Raven came to Celines
office, there was an instant attraction. Like getting hit by lightning,
Celine remembered. Raven was much taller than Celine, her body was built like
an athlete, sleek yet muscular. She like to wear t-shirts that were snug but
not to tight with no bra underneath. Her hair was long and jet black, it flowed
down below the middle of her back though she usually wore it in a braid. Her
eyes dark chocolate brown, she said they were her father's eyes. He was part
Cherokee. Celine had taken her to The Witches' Brew for drinks and Raven
had been impressed that Celine stuck to sodas all night. She commented on this
to Celine. Raven wasnt a fan of alcohol, though she did enjoy her Marlboros™.

The two women began chatting
on-line, at first "officially" - Raven wanted reports on how the system was
working. They then began talking about more personal things. A friendship sprang
up between the women. Celine eventually felt confident enough to tell Raven
about breaking up with her lover, Christine. Raven stood by, listening
sympathetically and then shared her own sad story about Natalie.

The chats increased to every
night, graduating into phone conversations but usually they kept chatting to
save on the long distance phone bills, then the women began visiting each other
back and forth. Over time, their friendship grew into romance and the deepened
into love. They couldn't explain the connection, it seemed to transcended time
and distance

The computer dinged, startling
Celine out of her reverie. She looked up and saw Galinthias sitting in the kitchen
doorway, washing her face. Celine smiled and turned her eyes back to the computer
screen, not noticing the cat look up from her bath and slowly creep over to
the corner of the room, sniffing. In that dark corner of the room, unseen by
Celine, a shadowy figure stood and watched her.

"Raven," Celine whispered, she
saw the screen name WitchiPoo the name Raven used on-line. Celine loved that
screen name and her's too, Broomrider. She remembered when they decided to get
them so they could chat away from work.

Broomrider:
Just
the usual crap. Something funny did happen though. I felt a strong presence
there. I think it was a female spirit. I kinda wished you were with me tonight.
I miss you so very much - two days seems like a lifetime until I see you, Love.

Suddenly, words appeared in the
message box, words Celine knew had not come from her lover.

"Hi Celine."

Celine gasped. "Wh - Who is that?
How do they know my name?" She looked at the screen.

Broomrider:
Who
are you? Celine
typed out the words.

"I saw you at the tavern
tonight." The words appeared in the chat box next to Raven's

WitchiePoo:
Honey?
It's me.

Broomrider:
No,
no - not you - don't you see the words?

WitchiePoo:
Which
words, Sweetheart?

Broomrider:
Someone
just typed "Hi, Celine" - that wasn't you, was it? Oh, please say that it was
you!

WitchiePoo:
No,
I'm sorry, Baby.

Broomrider:
Who
are you????

"Celine please don't be
afraid. I did not mean to scare you. I'm sorry."

"OH FUCK!" Celine grabbed her
throat. She stood up went to the window and closed the blinds. She felt a sudden
chill coming from the corner of the room. "What's going on?" she said aloud.
Celine wrapped her arms around her body and went back to the computer to type.

Broomrider:
Raven,
I need to call you right now. On the phone.



Terrified at what had just occurred,
Celine needed to hear her lovers voice. She waited for a response then
grabbed the telephone and dialled.

"I don't know, someone
Shit! Someone popped in on me on-line and they knew my real name. No one but
you knows that. They said they saw me at the 'Brew' tonight."

"Okay, Sweetheart, what was the
screen name?" Raven asked with a calm voice hoping it would help allay Celine's
fear.

"That's just it, there was no
screen name. It just appeared in the message box with yours. Didnt you
see it?" Celine felt her panic begin to rise even more at the thought of someone
watching her, even on-line.

"Celine, Honey, maybe it's someone
from work just playing a joke on you," Raven said hoping this was the case.

"Oh, hell, Raven - none
of them have any sense of humour! No, someone someone is watching me
- I can feel it," said Celine, shuddering, looking at the drawn blinds
covering the only window in the room, then glancing back at the door, unable
to take a full breath until she saw that it was locked.

"Do you want to go back on-line
and try to find out who it is?" Raven asked.

"I don't know. Maybe," Celine
thought about it. Well if they're on-line then I know they cant be
here if not oh jeez! Its better to know one way or
the other - and Ravens probably right - probably just some idiot playing
around "Okay, you there."

Raven wanted to find out who
was causing her lover such distress.

"Raven?" Celine spoke calmly.

"Yeah?" Raven already knew.

"I love you." Celine said.

"I love you too, Honey, very
much." Raven hung up the phone.

Celine walked over to the kitchen
and got a glass of water before returning to the computer. Her hands shook and
she still felt eyes on her, but she was calming down slowly. Galinthias was
lying peacefully asleep under the computer. If anything had been amiss, the
cat would be wide awake and letting her know it. Celine sat back down at the
computer and signed on again. She felt goosebumps rising on her arms and the
back of her neck tingled, but she assumed it was apprehension.

WitchiePoo:
Hi Love, you there?

Broomrider:
Yea
I'm here. I'm okay now. Thanks baby.

WitchiPoo:
Anytime.
Tell me what happened at the club - you said you felt a presence?

That was me.

Celine gasped. She felt goosebumps
rising along both of her arms. She looked around the room, but saw nothing except
Galinthias, still sleeping.

WitchiePoo:
Hon,
is that person writing to you now? All I can see are your responses.

Broomrider:
Yeah,
they are - you cant see them?

WitchiePoo:
No,
just you.

Celine got up abruptly from the
computer and walked into her bedroom. She needed to be comfortable and she needed
something to make her feel safe. She changed out of her jeans and sweater into
sweats and a t-shirt, then went to the eastern wall of her bedroom, lighting
the white candles sitting on a small table there. She also lit some incense
and waved it around, whispering some sacred words.

Celine was a witch - or more
properly, she practised the religion of Wicca. Celines mother had died
in childbirth. Her father owned a small neighbourhood grocery store. He was
killed when Celine was twelve in a botched robbery attempt and Celines
grandmother Nana Grace took her in and raised her in the Craft. Her grandmother
was the only relative left on her mother's side of the family. Nana Grace had
been not only supportive, but a witch herself, as Celine's mother had been.
Nana Grace was delighted that Celine showed a great talent at an early age.
She also had a gift and a love for learning languages. When Celine graduated
from high school and wanted to study abroad, they had found the money to send
her to the best language school in Europe. But she came back to Goldstone when
her father's mother Caroline took ill. Celine cared for her grandmother until
she died two years ago. Celine didn't know why she stayed, maybe because she
was destined to meet Raven.

Celine turned back around and
headed out to the other room, she sat back down at the computer.

WitchiePoo:
Sweetie
you still there?

Celines fingers swiftly
replied.

Broomrider:
Yeah,
just went to change and get a little protection. You know what I mean.

WitchiePoo:
Yeah,
Hon, I do. So what does this ghost writer have to say?

Celine laughed out loud. "Yeah
'ghost writer' is right."

Broomrider:
Nothing
yet. Im still waiting for a reply.

WitchiePoo:
Okay,
while we're waiting, I have my brother, Adam on the other line. He's checking
things out now - you know what a computer whiz he is.



Raven sat at the desk in her
bedroom trying to figure out how she or someone could pop in on a chat but could
only be seen from one computer. She closed her eyes and pictured Celine sitting
at home on her computer. Raven saw herself standing behind Celine, she had her
hands on Celine's shoulders. Her hands seemed a bit more pale than her usual
native tan. They were more translucent. She leaned down and wrapped her arms
around her lover and whispered the words, "be safe my love."

Raven was what Celine termed
a "natural witch." She never practised or studied magic like Celine did but
she did things and made things happen. When Raven was a child she would go outside
and talk to the animals and tree people as she called them.

Her father Jim Blackfoot, was
said to have been the son of a medicine man, but he never spoke of these things
to his daughter, he did say once that she had some of her grandpa's magic. She
could see the spirits that wandered around, but she should probably not tell
her mother. Raven's mother was not as supportive of her abilities. She was very
orthodox in her beliefs. When Raven's mother Samantha first got together with
Jim, she said she would only marry him if he gave up his Native ways and converted
to her beliefs, which he did. It was Raven's grandmother and her younger brother
Adam who understood Raven and accepted her gifts.

Adam possessed an understanding
and a dry humour about everything. Raven, knowing of his computer skills had
enlisted his help with her security firm. He had implemented her computer system,
writing many of the programs himself. Raven hired him on permanently. He was
the first of her twenty or so employees. Even now, Raven knew that she could
tell him anything and he would not only understand, he would keep it to himself.
She had, in fact, shared their grandmother's secrets with him.

Adam had laughed. "That
explains a lot, Sis'," he had said.

Raven lived in the house she
had inherited from her grandmother. She had been very close to her grandmother,
spending summers and holidays in the big old house. When her grandmother died,
Raven felt lost. She loved her parents and her brother, but she had been closest
to her grandmother. Still, she was surprised when the house was left to her
instead of to her mother.

Five years after her grandmothers
death, Raven still had been unable to bring herself to go through her things
and dispose of anything which had belonged to her grandmother. Eventually, she
was able to give away the clothes. Grannys trunk, however, was sacred.
Raven would not open it. Even though Granny was gone, it still felt to her like
an invasion of privacy. Granny had never forbidden her anything, including the
trunk, but Raven could not bring herself to cross that line.

Celine, however, had no qualms.
In fact, she was drawn to the trunk. One day, when Raven was working, Celine
opened it. Raven came home to find her reading from a book she had never seen
before. It was a black-bound book like a diary. Raven glanced over her shoulder
and thought at first that it was a recipe book. Then Celine had explained that
this was Grannys "Book of Shadows" - her spell-book in other
words. Celine was excited. Raven hadnt known that Granny was a witch but,
thinking back, it all made sense. Granny had encouraged Raven to talk about
the things that she would experience, the spirits and voices she'd heard. It
was a real surprise because her mother was so conventional. Rather than being
angry with Celine for opening the trunk, Raven sat down with her and went through
all the things lovingly placed within it.

They found candles, jars of dried
herbs, each carefully labelled, incense - all the tools of Grannys craft.
And a letter. Raven opened it and to her surprise, it was to her.

My Dearest Raven,

If you are reading this, then
I have crossed over. I promised your parents that I would not share these things
with you while I lived and I have kept that promise. Your mother did not approve
of the Craft, you see. Oh, my Little One! How I have longed to guide you along
this difficult path! I have seen your Gift - it is very strong. Know, though,
my Child, that I will always be with you. Read the Book of Shadows - it has
been passed down from mother to daughter for generations - our family has always
been powerful. Your own mother denied her gift, but do not judge her harshly;
it is a difficult path to walk and you yourself may wish to walk another. My
only quarrel with her was that she wished to deny you the choice. It is my hope
that by the time you find this, you will be old enough to make that choice for
yourself. Just to help guarantee that, however, I have enspelled the trunk that
only another witch may open it. It is my hope that it will be you, my Dear,
or one who will see to it that you receive this letter. All I ask of you is
that if you do not choose this way, pass the Book on to your brother. He, too,
is gifted, though not as strongly as you.

This is your part heritage, Raven.
One of power and of magic. It is a proud heritage, despite what others may say
or think of the Craft. There is so much more I wish I could tell you, but time
restrains me. Read the Book - it is all in there. I will be very proud if you
add to it your own spells and discoveries along this wonderful, if rocky path.

I love you, Little One. I always
have and always will.

Blessed Be,

Granny

It was Celine who helped Raven
understand her abilities and guided her to using them. Now Raven whispered a
spell of protection, calling upon the Names they had found in Granny's Book.



Celine sat back in her chair,
taking a deep breath, she glanced at Galinthias. The cat was staring at her,
but her eyes Celine gasped. Normally Galinthias's eyes were deep green,
Now they were a dark blue. Celine blinked and looked again and the cat's eyes
were their normal green once again. Celine stood up with a sigh.

"Okay, I'm just a little freaked
with this computer thing," she said to herself. Celine picked up her glass and
took it to the kitchen to put it in the sink. She glanced up at the small window
over the sink and screamed, dropping the glass, which shattered in the porcelain
sink. There, grinning at her from the window overhead was a face, pale with
burning black eyes, gleaming madly.

"What the hells is going
on here?!" Celine cried, running back into the living room. She felt her
heart racing and strove to calm it so that she could draw on her powers. She
held out her hand and spoke. "Ye of evil intent must leave this place!"

"NO PLEASE WAIT IM
NOT EVIL"

Celine took in a breath as she
saw the words appear on the computer screen. "Who are you?" she asked.
"Are you the face in the window?"

"No."

"Are you the one who saw me at
the tavern?"

"Yes." The word
appeared on the screen.

"Okay," Celine said,
taking another deep breath afraid of the answer to her next question. "Where
are you now?"

"Im here with you
Celine."

"With me? Here in this room?"
Celine swallowed hard.

"Yes."

Celine clutched at the small
silver pentagram she wore around her neck. She had never felt so scared before.
A spirit had attached itself to her and come into her home. She always kept
a shield up around her house, but now she realised that her sympathetic acknowledgement
of its presence had been interpreted as an invitation.

"What is it that you want
from me?" Celine asked.

"RING, RING!"

Celine jumped at the sound of
the ringing phone. "Oh, Fuck!" She turned and grabbed the receiver.
"Hello?"

"Hi, is everything okay?
You were gone for a long time so I called back."

"Raven, Oh Goddess! I need
you to come down here right away. Please?" Celine pleaded with her love,
telling her about the cat's eyes, the face, everything.

Raven now listened intently to
her lovers strained and fearful voice and made a decision.

"I'll be right there. Just hang
in there. Im on my way." Raven said then hung up the phone.

She picked up the phone again
and called her brother, frowning at the news he gave her about Celine's computer,
which brought on a renewed sense of urgency to get to Celine.

Raven lived an hour and a half
away. Her brother would take care of her cats while she was away and she could
work from Celines computer for the next few days. Raven was a freelance
security consultant, and although she maintained an office, she did most of
her work from home, anyway.

Raven had enlisted in the military
shortly after graduating from college. She rejected OCS (Officer Candidate School),
instead becoming military police. After her Honourable Discharge, she enrolled
in the police academy, thinking that her experience would be of mutual benefit.
Her goal: detective. Instead, after she graduated from the Academy, the Chief
of Police assigned her to a computer desk, running the entire computer system
for the small-town Police department.

Raven complained, believing that
the only reason she was assigned to the relative safety of a computer desk was
because she was female. The Chief, however, told her that it was because she
was the only officer competent to run the departments computer system.
Looking at the other officers in the squad, Raven couldnt argue.

She spent a few years setting
up and running the Police Departments computer system, then resigned,
starting her own Security Consulting Business. She had built up the single woman
operation into a very successful business and had several employees doing the
actual legwork now while Raven often grinned and shook her head at the irony
- she was still working behind a desk.



After Celine hung up with Raven,
she set the phone down and looked around the room. She tried to sense where
the entity was but she couldnt see or feel anything.

"Are you still here?"
Celine asked, then waited for a reply on the computer.

There was none.

She was going to sit down on
the computer chair but then thought, what if it, whoever it was, was now
sitting there ?So she went into her bedroom and sat on her bed.
Every hair on her body was standing up, strangely though she didnt feel
like she was in danger and knowing that Raven was on her way helped Celine feel
calmer. She wanted to know what its purpose in communicating with her was. Wasnt
there always a reason for a spirit manifesting to a person?

Celine lay her head up against
the pillowed headboard and waited for Raven to arrive. Somehow, she had a feeling
that she wouldnt be hearing from the ghost for a while. As she waited,
she drifted, whether to sleep or in trance she wasn't sure. She opened her eyes
to a room she had never before seen. It was dimly lit and very cold. In the
centre of the room was a wooden table and Celine gasped to see herself. She
was naked and lying on the table, her hands tied to the bar above her head.

The door opened and they walked
in one by one, the accusers, the "jury". They surrounded her and Celine,
looking at their Puritan clothing felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Why
am I seeing this? she thought, shivering.

They, the jury of men looked
upon her with disgust. She was terrified. Then she heard the footsteps. Celine,
had her head down and saw black shoes with brass buckles, they made a jingling
noise as the man who wore them approached. Her eyes darted upward to see the
face she had seen earlier in her kitchen window. She looked up as he walked
through the door, his hair long and black curling down past his shoulders. His
eyes burning like fire yet black as coal. At the sound of his voice, Celine
suddenly found herself floating above the chamber, looking down at the scene
below. She saw a young woman with dark hair, standing in the corner of the chamber,
her head bent into a great black book.

"What do we have here?"
The man with the black buckled shoes spoke, his voice deep and resonating throughout
the chamber. "You were seen by many out in the darkness of night dancing
with the rise of the moon. You were calling for him werent you?! Satan,
you wanted to covenant with him did YOU? This be true you poor miserable creature?"

"NO! PLEASE IVE DONE
NOTHING WRONG. PLEASE!" The woman that now laid in the place Celine was
previously in yelled out with terror.

He pointed his finger at the
dark-haired girl with the book. She looked up for a moment and Celine saw her
eyes, dark and blue - like Raven's, she was startled to notice. Only Celine
could not believe that Raven's eyes had ever held such terror - and loathing.

"You!" the man said to the young
woman. "Read the name marked down upon the book. Read the charges so that they
may be heard."

The dark-haired woman looked
pleadingly at the woman lying on the table, then bent her head again and read
in a trembling voice.

"Upon the night of the full
moon it was said that the accused was seen wailing and dancing her head flinging
to and fro her body gyrating as she dropped to the ground and proceeded to move
in such a way that only the devil himself could be fornicating with her."

"Speak the name, for I must
give the sentence soon," the man demanded.

The young woman looked again
at the woman on the table. From above, Celine could see the dark-haired woman's
jaw tighten and defiance spring up into her blue eyes. Now that looks
like Raven, thought Celine.

The man struck Raven's look-alike
hard and her head snapped back. "Read the name," he said, his voice dangerously
quiet. "Or it will be worse - for both of you."

Still the young woman hesitated,
looking at the prostrate woman. The next blow bloodied her nose. Celine winced
and saw for the first time the woman on the table had a uncanny resemblance
to herself. She found herself whispering, seeing the lips of her double moving
at the same time.

"Do it. Just read the
name. Let this end. Isn't that what you want, Reverend!" She smiled through
the pain, then closed her eyes.

The dark-haired young woman bent
her head into the book again and from her position above the room, Celine could
see her tears.

"The name of the accused is Elizab
- " before she could finish getting the name out, Celine's double on the table
screamed in agony. Celine looked and saw the man with a red hot poker in his
hand, grinning as the burn marks began forming on her double's body below.

"NO! STOP THIS NOW!"
Celine cried out.

Raven was coming up to the apartment
when she heard Celine scream. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and fished
for the one Celine had given her. She opened the door and ran to Celine's bedroom
where the scream came from. With a sigh of relief she wrapped her arms around
the sleeping Celine. "She's only dreaming, a nightmare probably."

Celine's eyes shot open, she
was startled for a moment then realised Raven was there.

"Ive got you, Honey."
Raven said, now sitting on the bed beside Celine. She gathered Celine in her
arms and held her close, speaking softly and soothingly. "Im here."

Celine was still groggy, trying
to wake up. "Raven?" she said.

"Im here. I heard
you screaming outside your window. Good thing you gave me a key love."
Raven said feeling a bit calmer now that she knew it was only a dream and not
some intruder trying to hurt her lover.

"Oh my Goddess, it was so real!"
Celine hid her face into Raven's chest.

"What was it, Honey?" Raven said, her lips brushing up against Celine's hair.

"I don't know I felt like I was really there, it wasn't me though, it was some
woman. I felt I like I was her," Celine's voice was husky and her throat felt
dry. "No, there were two women - and I think I was seeing from both of
them. There was this man, this  evil man. Oh, Raven, he was torturing
he was torturing the woman strapped to the table, but he was also using
her torture to torment the other woman its all so jumbled now,
but it was so very real while I was dreaming it." Celine shuddered and
pressed closer still to Raven, burrowing into the warm protectiveness emanating
from the dark-haired woman.

"Okay, its over now," Raven said as she stroked her lover's
hair. "Celine, Honey, I talked with Adam before I left. He told me that
that it was impossible with the program we were using for someone to pop in
on our chat without showing a screen name, and to only be seen on your computer."

Celine shuddered. "Let's go and
look at the computer," she said.

Raven stood up with Celine and
they went into the other room where the computer was still on and open to their
chat. Raven looked at the words which had not appeared on her computer at home.
She shook her head.

"What happened at the Tavern
tonight?" she asked, sitting at the monitor, her fingers running swiftly over
the keyboard as she ran a check on Celine's computer.

"I  I saw a ghost - or
something," said Celine. "I felt sort of sorry for her- she looked so sad, so
lonely. She was standing in front of the door as I was leaving so I asked if
I could pass and then I just came home and all this stuff - weird stuff-
started happening."

"Okay," said Raven, finishing
the check on Celine's computer and shaking her head again, puzzled - the computer
was fine. "When you saw the face in the kitchen window, what did you do?"

"I got scared and I tried to cast out whatever was here. I felt something for
a moment. Then the words appeared on computer screen and said it was not evil
and that it had followed me from the tavern." Celine was talking a lot faster
than usual. She was still a bit shaken from the dream.

"Please help me."
The words appeared on the screen.

"Goddess!" Raven said, startled, when she saw the words appear on the computer
screen.

"Rave, I think that's who I've been talking to." Celine said as she walked
over and stood behind her girlfriend.

"Are you the one who's been writing to me tonight?" Celine asked the computer.

"Yes."

"What do you want?" Raven asked.
"We have to stop him. He is still here, in this time, waiting
What Celine saw in her dream was real. It happened long ago, but he waitsto be brought back to this time so he can begin his evil anew."

"No, I will not hurt you.
I cannot, even if I wished to, but I would never wish you harm, I promise. But,
he - he is another matter. I'm afraid. Afraid of him coming here. If
he finds me; he will find you."

"Who?" Raven asked.

"Him, Celine you saw him, he will come for me. Please you have
to help me."

"Celine do you know who he
is?" Raven looked at her girlfriend.

"I-I think its the man from my dream," Celine closed her eyes. She felt
the darkness, the evil emanating from the man in her dream. "If I believed in
a devil, it would probably be him. I don't know who he is, though."

Raven closed her eyes briefly. She listened to the sounds in the room. She heard
the humming of the computer and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Galinthias
was sitting on the love seat behind her, she was purring softly. Then Raven
heard or possibly felt a soft vibration coming from the corner of the room.
Raven felt the hairs on the back of her neck begin to prickle. She opened her
eyes and turned to where she felt the noise was coming from. She wasnt
really sure if she heard it with her ears or with another sense. She just knew
she could feel it. "There in the corner!" She pointed. She saw a translucent
figure, it was hard to make out distinctive features.

Celine looked but saw nothing. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah, I can just make out the blurry outline," Raven said.

"Is that you in the corner?"
Celine asked.

Yes, I'm tired though I need to gain back my energy. I will be back.

Raven watched as the ghost faded
away. "Its gone." She sighed.

"Okay, so what do we do now?"
Celine asked.

"I don't know. What do you say we get some sleep, it's almost four O'clock and
I feel like I've been driving all night?"

Raven led Celine back into the
bedroom to settle in for the night.



Both women settled into bed but
Celine was still worried, she felt unprotected because Sarah managed to hitch
a ride home with her. If Sarah could - maybe others could too.

"Raven? Don't you think it's odd that I brought some strange spirit home with
me?"

"Not strange at all - remember
that Samhain is approaching," said Raven, shrugging. "'All Hallows Eve' - the
night when the veil between the Land of the Living and the Lands of the Dead
is thinnest."

"Oh geesh, I didnt think
of that. I was so busy planning our retreat this weekend." They had been planning
to sneak away for a few days and go camping. Celine got out of bed and began
to pace. "What if that man comes here?"

"He won't, not while I'm here, anyway, you should re-shield this place
with some wards though." Raven said as she watched her lover pace the room
nervously.
"Good idea." Celine grabbed some oil from their altar and began to light more
candles since the others had burned into a pool of wax. She lit the censer and
waved it around the room. "Come on," she said to Raven.

Raven ever so calmly got out of bed and walked the room with Celine. At the
window Celine placed a symbol mixed from the oils and chanted, closing that
entrance to any evil entities. Then they proceeded to walk the house. When they
got to the living room they both gasped at the sight of the cat sitting on an
invisible lap rocking in the chair.

"Okay, it's okay, if it's truly not evil then it won't mind the oil that you
flick at it," Celine said, then she looked at Raven.

Raven got the hint and touched some oil with her fingers, she thrust her hand
at the chair letting the oil sprinkle off her fingertip. "Let no evil stay
here. If you are untrue, be gone!" Raven spoke the words with power.

"MRRROOOOOWWWW!" The cat complained but did not move from the lap of the ghost.

"We're going to bed now so I guess you're welcome to stay as long as you intend
no harm," Celine said as she grabbed Raven's hand and pulled her into the bedroom
rather quickly. The chair continued to rock.

A few minutes later, the bedroom
door opened and Raven emerged into the shadows of the living room. She laid
down with Celine who fell asleep incredible fast, so she decided to go and have
her self a chat. She looked directly at the spirit rocking in the chair and
spoke.

"What is your name?" her voice
was low and gentle.

Raven's dark hair shimmered in
the half-light from the candles, still burning and lending their illumination
from the bedroom door, which she had left ajar. The soft glow surrounded her
like a halo. Celine lay sleeping in the large bed, her breathing quiet and even.
The spirit strove to speak, but had no voice.

"Names have power," said Raven,
taking a seat on the sofa across from rocking chair. The cat awoke and jumped
down, leaping into Raven's lap, kneading into Raven's bare thighs. It had to
have hurt, but Raven paid no attention. Her focus was completely on the spirit.

"We will help you, but if we
are going to do this, I must know your name. Please."

The ghost stood up and walked
into the other room. She waited by the computer.

Raven stood up and followed,
she understood when she saw the ghost standing by the monitor. Raven sat down
and turned the system on. Once the computer completed booting up, Raven opened
up a word processor program and clicked on new document which gave a blank white
page.

"Your name?" she asked again, as she pointed to the monitor.

"My name is Sarah." The words appeared on the monitor.

"Sarah, what is it you want
from Celine? Raven asked. She felt a slight chill on one side of her body. The
side that Sarah stood next too.

I know now that Celine was
able to let me come with her because of her connection with

you

"How are we to help
you? What must we do?" Raven asked, glancing back into the

bedroom.
She saw Celine still sleeping, but stirring as if dreaming again.



Celine found herself in the tavern,
walking around until she came upon a young woman sitting in a chair. Celine
looked closely at her and recognised her from her earlier dream as the woman
who had been strapped to the wooden table, her double.

"Hello, Im glad you could come," the woman said, smiling.

"Who are you?" asked Celine.

"My name is Elizabeth. There is something I must show you so you can break a
spell cast so long ago," said the woman. Celine felt herself transported
back, back in time and space. She travelled through a hazy fog, her vision blurred.
She blinked and then opened her eyes.

She saw two women sitting on
a blanket spread out under an oak tree on the hill overlooking the courthouse.
At first she thought she was seeing herself and Raven - only somehow, Celine
knew that this was Elizabeth and the ghost, which had followed her home from
the Tavern. The ghost looked a lot like Raven. It then came to Celine - somehow
they were all connected, it wasn't just coincidence. She realised too that the
Tavern was the old courthouse! She recognised the hill, even the oak that was
much larger in her own time.

Celine saw the two women laughing
while Elizabeth was braiding the other woman's hair.

"You are so beautiful." Celine heard Elizabeth whisper to the other woman. She
watched as Elizabeth brought her lips down to the dark-haired woman's ear touching
lightly. Celine felt a shiver and closed her eyes for a moment.

Elizabeth placed a kiss on the woman's ear. The dark-haired woman turned her
head slowly as Elizabeth's lips move down to the woman's cheek and then ever
so softly they began to brush the woman's lips. They deepened the kiss both
moaning out in pleasure. Celine watched and felt the love that was so strong
and pure between the two women.

"I love you so much Sarah," Elizabeth said with a sigh. Celine watched feeling
like an intruder but she could not leave.

"I love you too," said Sarah.

Suddenly, Celine felt herself
pulled back to the Tavern room.

"I dont understand - " Celine started.

Elizabeth smiled at her. "The
love you share with your Raven is the same love Sarah and I shared. Sarah followed
you from here. We need your help, you and Raven's. You two are the last - so
far - of our descendants. Now that you are together, it has begun."

"What has?" asked Celine.

Just then the Reverend appeared
in a bright flash. He looked at Celine with pure hatred. Celine gasped.

"You cannot save the damned. She is mine," he said as he grabbed a struggling
Elizabeth. They both turned to smoke and disappeared.

Celine opened her eyes and jumped out of bed. She ran to the other room to find
Raven on the computer.

"Raven! I think he has her!" Celine cried out.

"Who?" Raven turned and faced her lover.

"Elizabeth. The man in the dream he was a Reverend or something. He said we
couldnt save her - she was his and she was damned."

Suddenly, the rocking chair stopped
rocking and tipped over. Celine looked at Raven, grimly, knowing that she had
upset their ghostly visitor.



The room grew very cold as the spirit drew in all the energy she could to manifest
herself in a way she had never done before. The women's breath came out in puffs
of fog. Celine was shivering and Raven wrapped her arms around Celine, seemingly
unaffected by the frigidness of the room.

"Look," whispered Celine, pointing at the spirit. She was now as solid as she
had been in life and at last she found her voice.

"I am Sarah Bishop," she said in a softly spoken voice. "We have to save Elizabeth.
'Twas him, the reverend who did those things to her. He has her and will not
let her go."

"I was the daughter of the chief "witch hunter", inquisitor and judge of this
area, the Reverend Bishop. I was born in 1632. My mother died whilst I was being
born and my father never re-married. 'Twas up to me to take care of his house
and prepare his meals. We had servants, but 'twas I who essentially served him
in his house."

"I met Elizabeth when we were both thirteen. We met in Meeting one Sabbath and
were both whipped for giggling after the service. Elizabeth seemed not to care,
though. Nothing would break her, not even being given in marriage to a man with
a heavy hand two years later. I would see her bruises and exclaim over them,
applying poultices to the dark swellings, but Beth would merely toss her head
and laugh."

"We met in secret and over time, we fell in love. I know a love that was not
supposed to be. How I hated Elizabeth's husband, not only for hurting Elizabeth,
but because he was permitted to touch her in ways I could only dream of, as
evidenced by Elizabeth's growing belly. Beth had great dreams - we would run
away and join the wild "savages" who had inhabited this land before we came.
As soon as the babe was born, we would take it and raise it amongst the Indians.
In my heart, I knew this to be impossible, but still, the game offered a tiny
beam of light in our bleak world."

"Then, little Rebekah was born and Elizabeth grew ill - she had "fits" after
the baby was born and nothing could be done for her. The Reverend forbade me
to go to her or to see her at all. That didn't stop me - and to my shame, I
wondered if that was why she was condemned. But no, 'twas Elizabeth's husband.
He caught us one day and Beth was beaten without mercy. My punishment may have
been even more horrific - I was forced to watch as my only love, the only light
in my world, was tortured to death at the hands of my father."

"I will never lose the image
of Elizabeth lying on that accursed table. He and the others had left the room
I ran to her and held her tightly. The tears blurring my vision, I did not know
how to help her. My love was dying and there was nothing I could do. She said
she said everything would be okay and she begged me to just hold her
until it was over. I held her and promised that I would always be with
her. I wanted to confess everything to that evil man so I could go with my love,
but she wouldnt let me. She told me she would wait for me here. She said
something something I was to remember, but like so many other things,
it had left me over the centuries. Something about us being togetheragain
a bond of blood and time and then her eyes closed and my heart
died that very moment my Beth died."

"Then he came back into
the room and saw me holding on to my love. He was angry but I didnt care.
I shouted at him, 'Im a witch, too, Father, so damn me, you bastard!'
He growled at me, said I was just like my mother. Then he raised his hand and
I fell into darkness.

"Time passed so quickly after Elizabeth was-murdered. I remember little of it
until I found myself lying in bed giving birth to a child that I would not see.
I knew something was wrong. My husband whose hands were as heavy as my father's,
like iron every time they would connect with my face or my stomach, he did something
to me that morning. Something which brought the baby before her time. I was
so scared and the blood did not stop. But I was glad that my father was not
alive anymore, he would never see his grandchild, he would never again hurt
anyone like he did my Elizabeth. I heard the cry of my little girl. I closed
my eyes and spoke my last words, 'Mother Goddess protect this little one.'

"I opened my eyes and felt no more pain. I heard my love calling for me so I
followed her voice. She was in the court house waiting for me. I started to
run toward her. Then he was there watching, laughing. 'You really think
you can have her? She is damned as you are now,' he said. Then he raised his
hands and opened his mouth to speak but she jumped between us, holding him off
and told me to remember her dying words.
'Though I am held within deaths grasp
my soul not yet set free
be this night my love
a protection over thee
keep ye safe inside these doors
unbroken spirit shield
until released by our blood

together as one in love

forever sealed '

"Her last words were a spell to protect me from him," said the ghost, the
tears flowing from her blue eyes unchecked. Celine was crying, too, Raven held
Celine close as tears flowed freely from her green eyes.

"Oh, Raven, we have to help them," said Celine.

"Shh, don't cry," said Raven, soothingly. "We will."

"You two are the last of our descendants," Sarah said. "You are the only ones
who can help. When Elizabeth spoke the protection spell, she placed a time for
it to end.  until released by our blood together as one
in love forever sealed ' You two - our blood - have found
one another, you love one another and now it's time to end his reign of evil.
Tell me, in this time are you free to love one another and to practice the old
religion, free of persecution?"

"Not exactly," said Raven, grimly. "But we are certainly more free than you
were - not that it takes much to be freer - those were horrific times."

"Yes." Sarah agreed. "But 'tis comforting to know that it has grown less oppressive."

"The last known Witch Trial here in America was in 1692 in Salem," said Raven.
"But even today in South Africa, old women are being called 'witches' and are
being killed."

"So it has changed somewhat, but not completely," The ghost sighed. "Still,
I would have been happy to simply be free to love my Beth."

"And so you shall. You two will be together," said Celine, her eyes far away.

Sarah gasped as she watched Celine
drift off into trance. "Beth she was visited by theses trances all the
time after the birth of her daughter. 'Twas part of her power. And her descendent
has inherited that power," said the spirit. "My hope is renewed. Unfortunately,
my energy is not. I must go for now, back to that limbo place which serves as
sleep for spirits. I will be back." Sarah faded away.

After the ghost left them, Celine
turned to Raven. "Okay, where do we start?" she asked.

Raven chuckled, nuzzling Celine's
blonde hair, revelling in the lingering scent of the incense they had been burning.

"We start with going back to
bed - it's almost dawn," said Raven. "Later this morning, we'll check out the
Tavern. We need to find out a few things."



It was a hazy day outside, the
sun was hidden just beyond the clouds waiting to shine through. Raven parked
her truck outside the tavern. She and Celine walked up toward the entrance.

"Wow, can you feel that?" Raven asked as her hand touched the door.

"Yeah, I can. Funny I didn't feel anything like this last night." Celine said.
Her stomach felt a bit queasy. "What do you suppose it is?"

Just then the door opened and Emmeline Cassidy poked her head out. "We're closed!"
The woman started to close the door again when she heard a loud crash of breaking
glass. "Oh, no! Not again!"

"What is it?" Raven asked, pushing past the woman into the main room of the
Tavern, Celine close behind her.

"Its been going on all night," the older woman said, wearily, gazing
at the new mess of broken glass and pooling alcohol. "Things flying around,
smashing into the wall, shelves of bottles falling and breaking all over the
place, moans and screams coming from downstairs. You know the place is haunted
- it always has been. Things were quiet for a time, but for about the last year,
its been acting up. Last night, it escalated beyond anything Ive
ever seen before."

"I think we can help you," Celine
said.

The woman looked at Raven and Celine and let out a sigh. "Come on," she said,
leading them through the main room. There was a eerie silence suddenly as the
women entered.

"We need to go downstairs I think." Celine spoke softly. She felt herself being
pulled toward the back of the tavern.

"I don't like going down there. I usually keep it locked up." Em felt a chill.
She already knew there was something down there, something bad, but not what
- or just how bad - that something was.

"I'm Raven Blackwing and this is Celine Howe, I don't really know how to explain
it but I think there is something evil down there. I know that sounds
crazy, but - "

"Are you kidding?" said Em with a weary chuckle. "The Ghost told you,
right?" She looked at Celine. "Oh, dont look so surprised -
I watched her follow you out last night. Good old Sarah. Shes one of the
good ones - her and the other woman - that man though - Ill bet hes
the one throwing the tantrum."

"Youve seen them?"
asked Celine.

"Well, of course,"
said Em. "And I know you, Missy - Celine Howe. Your father used to come
in once in a while. He was a good man. I dont remember your mother - she
wasnt from around here."

"And you are ?"
asked Raven, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm Emmeline Cassidy -
just call me Em. My father owned this tavern and I took over when he passed
on. Ive been seeing Sarah and the other two for years, now. Was a bit
surprised she left with you, though," said Em.

"Yeah, so was I," said
Celine, quietly. She shuddered a bit, then looked towards the cellar door. "Hes
down there."

"Then thats where
we need to go," said Raven, grimly.



The two women waited for Em to
unlock the door. Raven hunted around for a light switch, at last finding it.
She wiped dusty cobwebs from her fingers on the leg of her jeans. The light
was dim, but it was better than the inky blackness which had preceded it. Slowly
the three women descended the creaky wooden steps.

The cellar of the Tavern was
covered in dust, but oddly, there were no spider webs in the cellar proper.
Just as odd, no sign of mice or rats either, which the women would have expected
in the long abandoned cellar. No signs of any living creature were in evidence
anywhere.

There was a damp chill which
pervaded and a musty, sort of decay smell. Celine shivered. The damp seemed
to penetrate even her heavy wool sweater and the smell of mildew was beginning
to nauseate her; perhaps it was more than that.

Feelings of panic, terror, and
despair battled for precedence within her.

"Oh, Blessed Mother,"
she whispered. "This is what they felt. His victims." The residue
of horror hung in the musty air like the odour of burned flesh. Panic won out,
and Celine raced for the stairs.

"Celine!" cried Raven,
running after her. Not to be left alone in the cellar, Em swiftly followed the
other two women. Only when Celine reached the door of the Tavern did her panic
ebb. Once outside in the crisp autumn morning, Celine gasped for breath.

Raven reached her. "Honey,
what is it?" she asked.

"Didnt you feel it?"
asked Celine.

Raven frowned. She had felt something,
but it was too horrendous to process. Raven blocked it from her conscious
mind. A residue of the evil which had been perpetrated in that cellar remained
there. "Okay," said Raven. "I felt it. But these things happened
a long time ago."

"Its still there,"
Celine whispered, burying her face in Ravens shoulder. "That was
the place in my dream. I know it sounds crazy, but - "

"Sh, no its not crazy,"
said Raven, soothingly as she stroked Celines hair gently.

"Hey, hey, you two,"
said Em, puffing breathless behind them. "This aint that kind of
place - if youre gonna do that get inside before people get the wrong
idea!"

Raven rolled her eyes at the
woman, then gently guided Celine back inside the Tavern.

"Hey!" said
Em, going to the bar. "How did that come on?" Celine looked at the
computer monitor and saw her screen name, Broomrider
in the instant message box.

Broomrider:
Get out of there NOW! HE'S COMING!

"What the hell ?" said
Em, incredulous. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No," said Raven, grimly. "It's
no joke. Come on - we have to leave."

The Tavern grew icy cold. The
women's breath came out like puffs of fog. There was a sound, faint at first,
then growing in volume. Footsteps and a slight jingling.

"Oh, Great Goddess - the buckles
on his shoes," whispered Celine. "That was what they heard - one of the last
things they ever heard."

As the sound of the footsteps
grew louder, Raven closed her eyes. She heard the sound of crows cawing softly,
then gradually growing louder as the entity approaching grew closer. As the
crows grew louder, the footsteps faded, retreating, then ceased altogether and
the room grew warmer. Once again, all was quiet.

"H - how did you do that?" asked
Celine.

Raven shrugged, but even she
shivered with the after-effects of the chill which had invaded the room. "I
don't know," she said. "Come on - we have to get back."

"Hey, wait a minute," said Em.
"I thought you said you were going to help."

"We are," said Celine, laying
her hand on the older woman's arm. "But we have to wait until the time is right."

"When will that be?" asked Em,
nodding.

"All Hallows' Eve," said Raven
grimly.

"I have a Halloween party planned,"
said Em, thoughtfully. "Is there anything you can do to make this,"
she gestured to the mess of broken glass and spilled liquor, fallen shelves
and smashed tables and chairs, "stop before you go?"

"Maybe you should cancel the
party," said Celine, quietly.

"Are you nuts?" said Em. "Around
here, Halloween is big business. It's not the production it is in Salem, but
we had our very own Witch Trials right here."

"You sound proud of that," said
Celine, slightly disgusted.

"Well it is good for business,"
said Em, grinning. "And I don't know what you're all so fired up about, Missy,
seeing as your family is one of the oldest in town - like as not, your own ancestors
burned a few witches."

"Or were burned," murmured Raven.
"Come on, Celine. We have to get back."

"That's out of the question,"
said the older woman, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest.

"Please," Celine pleaded. "People
could get hurt if you don't."

"Don't be ridiculous," said Em.
"One thing I do know about ghosts is they can't hurt people."

"This one is different," said
Celine, her eyes gazing far away at a scene neither of the other two saw. "He's
not just a ghost. He's a a force. An evil force."

Em laughed. "You should hear
what you sound like. Hey, you come to the party and start talking about that
stuff and I'll give you free drinks all night - you can build the atmosphere.
People get spooked enough, they drink more."

"Come on Celine," said Raven,
almost growling.

"We'll be there," said Celine,
sighing sadly as she and Raven turned to leave.

They got into Raven's truck and
Celine turned to Raven. "She doesn't believe us, does she?"

"I just think she doesn't care,"
said Raven, grimly. "She knows more about this than she's telling."

"Let's just get home," sighed
Celine. "I want to talk with Sarah - how could she know that he was coming just
then?"

"What do you mean?" asked Raven.

"Sarah is within the protective
wards we put up," said Celine, feeling her fear grow. "How could she sense he
was -"

The women arrived back at Celine's
apartment. Her hands shook trying to fit the key in the lock. Raven gently took
the keys from Celine and opened the door. The place seemed untouched. The computer
was on, however. Celine's cat, Galinthias was sitting in front of the screen,
paws on the keyboard. When she heard the women come in, Galinthias jumped down
and ran, leaving the instant message box open.

"What the " said Celine,
cautiously going to the computer.

"Wow, that is one well-trained
cat," chuckled Raven, who looked over at Galinthias, licking her paw and wiping
her whiskers with it, just like any other cat.

"Babe, that's not funny," said
Celine, staring at the screen. "You know we left the computer off this morning.
Come and see this."

There in the instant message
box, the women read the words.

CAS789:
Sarah, you have to get them out of here - he knows they're here now.

Broomrider:
Beth? Is that you?

CAS789:
There's no time for that now - get them out of here!

Broomrider:
Get out of there NOW! HE'S COMING!

"So Elizabeth was communicating
with her through the computer - amazing. `Techno-spirits'," said Raven.

"Not so amazing - that's how
we found each other, well kind of." Said Celine, smiling as Raven wrapped warm
arms around her.

"Yeah, but they're ghosts," said
Raven, shaking her head.

"Ghosts who love each other,"
Celine spoke softly. "Spirits without form to adequately express what they feel
for one another - sort of like we were before we actually met. How sad."

"I guess I never thought about
it that way," said Raven. "But now, we have found each other."

"Yes - again," said Celine, looking
at Raven and smiling. "And, we have more than `adequate' forms to express
our feelings for one another."

Raven raised an eyebrow and grinned.
She glanced back once at the cat, who was still washing herself. She followed
Celine into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.



"Are you okay?" Celine asked
watching Raven trying to massage her own neck with one hand.

"Yeah, just a little tense after
this morning. I'm okay though," Raven replied.

"Come here and let me do that
for you." Celine patted the empty spot next to her on the bed where she had
just sat down. Raven sat down next to Celine and pulled her dark hair around
to the front of her shoulder to expose her neck. Celine placed her hands on
Raven's shoulders and began to gently knead into the flesh, gradually making
her way toward the centre of her back. Raven sat feeling the sensations of Celine's
touch running through her body.

"Mmmmmmm, that feels so good."
Raven moaned.

"I'm glad, it's actually making
me feel good too, Baby. I miss you, I miss this," Celine said, softly, then
brought her lips down on Raven's neck which elicited a loud gasp from Raven.
Raven closed her eyes, her heart began to beat faster.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Well if you don't know, then
I'm not doing it right." Celine whispered sending her hot breath into Raven's
ear.

"Um-uh huh," Raven breathed out.
"Oh, you're doing it right alright." She leaned back offering more neck for
Celine to enjoy. Celine's hands slid under Raven's arms and to the front to
cup both breasts which were covered by a brown cotton shirt with a logo from
Xena Warrior Princess™ - both women's favourite TV show. Raven let out
another moan. She closed her eyes and reached behind her, pulling Celine closer.
She began to caress Celine's soft golden hair. Celine moved her hands down toward
the hem of Raven's T-shirt. Her fingers slowly tiptoed underneath the T-shirt
pulling it upward until Raven felt the cool air hit her bare nipples. But it
was the touch of Celine's hands that got them erect.

"Oh that feels soooo good." Celine
closed her eyes, her fingertips stroking along the tips of Raven's breast. Raven
began to breath harder. She turned her head further back, her lips capturing
Celine's. As the kiss intensified, Raven felt Celine's leg swing around so that
she was able to straddle Raven's waist. This brought an "Oh Goddess!" from Raven's
lips. Celine leaned forward, making contact with Raven's back side. Her legs
tightening around the body of the woman she loved, the movement began creating
moisture and need. She fell back on the bed bringing Raven with her. Raven moved
down giving Celine more friction. She wiggled around a bit then decided she
couldn't take it any more and turned over positioning herself on top of the
smaller woman. Her hands went straight for the top of Celine's blouse. She fumbled
a bit with the buttons unable to unclasp them. She looked at Celine who was
silently pleading with her to get the blouse off her. Raven arched an eyebrow
then grinned as she grabbed either side of the collar and ripped the material
completely off exposing a pair of firmly hardened pink nipples.

"You are so beautiful," Raven
said, gazing lovingly down at Celine before lowering her head and pulling a
nipple into her mouth.

"OOOHHH!" Celine cried out arching
her back up, offering more for her lover to enjoy. Raven flicked her tongue
around the tip of Celine's nipple in tiny little circles. She moved her mouth
to the other nipple doing the same thing. Celine felt Raven move her thigh in
between her legs and pressed herself up to it, squeezing in and out feeling
the need intensely.

"Oh Baby, I love you so much,"
Raven said as she moved her hand down and stroked along the waist band of Celine's
pants until she was able to slide her fingers beneath the material. She found
the elastic that held Celine's panties in place. Raven pulled a bit at the annoying
material until she was able to brush along the inside feeling the soft curls
that hid her treasure.

"OH GODDESS PLEASE!" Celine cried
out.

Raven moved her hand to the side
of Celine's hip, cruelly teasing her lover. Celine raised her head and bit down
on Raven's neck.

Raven moved both the pants and
panties down Celine's legs and with Celine's enthusiastic assistance managed
to get the obstacles off her body quick and easily.

"Your turn," said Celine, her
voice had taken on a deeper tone that Raven knew meant Celine's arousal was
now almost out of control.

Raven looked down at Celine and
smiled.

Celine growled, meaning that
Raven was taking far too long to disrobe.

Raven's smile grew wider. She
loved it when Celine was like this. Hell, she just loved Celine, period. "Okay,"
said Raven, quickly pulling her beloved Xena™ shirt off before Celine
got the idea of following her own example.

Now Celine's hands were moving
of their own volition, pulling Raven close to her as Raven slid her jeans and
underwear off. Celine looked up into Raven's dark eyes and saw the love they
shared. She thought her own heart would burst from it.

Raven's hands moved over Celine's
body, feeling like liquid fire against her skin. Raven made her way slowly,
with agonising gentle tickles of her lips and tongue to Celine's inner thighs.

"My Love," said Raven, her warm
breath eliciting a soft moan from Celine. Raven kissed softly, then began loving
Celine with her mouth, her teeth offering gentle nips, her tongue creating a
warmth within Celine which gradually grew until Celine felt as if she had swallowed
the sun.

Suddenly the warmth burst and
spread throughout her entire body and Celine found herself flying. She clung
to Raven, who quickly slid back up the length of Celine's body to hold her close
as Celine shuddered with the intensity of not only the exquisite sensations
washing over her, but the infinite love which they felt for one another.

Raven was so overwhelmed with
the feeling of love she felt for Celine, she felt her own body begin to respond,
trembling with the sensations running through her. She caught her breath and
tried to calm the excitement that began to build. Celine sensed her lover's
arousal and the sudden pulling back.

"Oh no you don't," Celine whispered,
her hands moving, seeking, and at last finding the silky warmth hidden beneath
dark curls. She began moving slowly at first, gradually building up speed in
response to Raven's own body movements. "You're going to come for me baby-"

"Celine please I I Oh
Goddess Celine, I love YOU!" Raven felt the love so strongly coming from Celine.
She begin to quiver and shake. Her body out of control in the hands of her lover.
Raven closed her eyes and felt the tears coming. She knew from the very first
time that Celine was the one, the other half of her soul. Finally after all
this time, they found each other. Celine held her lover close, gently stroking
her face and kissing away Raven's tears until both fell into a contented sleep.
The last peaceful sleep they'd see for some time.



Emmeline Cassidy sighed as she
sat behind the bar. She switched off the computer after reading the messages
again. She knew the ghost was now taking refuge in Celines apartment.
She had been seeing the ghost residence in this Tavern all her life, had in
fact seen Sarah follow Celine out of the Tavern. She liked the two female ghosts,
but that one! The Dark Man, as she had always thought of him, he was something
else. Em suspected Celine was closer than even she knew when she called him
more than a ghost.

She also hadnt meant to
sound so querulous with them, but she was tired. She had been up all night,
cleaning up after the Dark Mans temper tantrum - seemed he didnt
like that Sarah had escaped the Tavern or something. And as for cancelling the
party - well, Em learned a long time ago not to give in to bullies. The only
way to deal with the likes of him was to stand up to them. She wasnt about
to admit that, though - it wouldnt do to sound like a stubborn old woman.
Em laughed at herself. Better to sound greedy and mercenary? she thought,
shaking her head.

Still, Celine had seemed so sure
that there would be trouble of some kind at the party. Maybe she should consider
cancelling. No! Thought Em. I wont cancel. Guess I am just a
stubborn old woman, after all .

Just then there was a banging
on the wall. Em tried to ignore it, but it grew louder and more insistent.

"Aw, give it a rest, will
ya?" said Em, irritably rising from her seat. A figure began to slowly
materialise in the corner. "You. What do you want?"

Swirling mist took the shape
of a young woman, shadowy and translucent. The woman pointed at the computer,
then at Em. She smiled.

"Yeah -I saw that,"
said Em, grinning. The ghost shook her head and smiled, then nodded. "It
worked. He was coming for them wasnt he?"

The spirits smile faded
and she nodded, solemnly. "Why?" asked Em. The spirit merely shook
her head. "Who is he, anyway? Why is he so angry? What does he want with
Celine and Raven?"

The spirit frowned for a moment,
then pointed to the computer monitor. Understanding, Em turned it back on.

He is the Reverend Matthew Bishop.

The answer appeared on the screen.
Em felt goosebumps begin to rise along her arms. She was actually communicating
with a ghost! Then she laughed. She was communicating with a woman dead for
over 300 years - on the most technologically advanced PC available in the 21st
century! The irony tickled her.

"Okay, okay," said
Em, wiping her eyes. "Sorry about that - I get a little punchy when Im
so tired is all. Reverend Matthew Bishop, huh? Seems Ive heard that name
somewhere."

He was the most effective
prosecutor of witches in this town during his time.

"Oh, yes, I remember now,"
said Em. "But everyone knows that most if not all of those tried for witchcraft
back then were not really witches. Well, we know that now anyway."

So did the Reverend, even back
then. It was politically expedient to remove all those who would cross
him. Even me.

"Ah, so thats why
youre here," said Em. "This was the old courthouse, wasnt
it?"

And jail, torture chamber .
It was an evil place. Your father did well to make this a place of revelry.
It has almost removed the residue of those evil times.

"All but the cellar,"
said Em, quietly. The ghost appeared to shiver, then nodded slowly. "That
was where well, that was where most of them died, wasnt it?"

The spirit shook her head then
pointed again to the screen.

That was the confessional
- the place where the Reverend extracted confessions. It was nothing more than
a torture chamber. And he derived such pleasure from causing suffering!

"Regular sadist, huh,"
said Em, shaking her head. The ghost looked puzzled. "Sadist - someone
who gets off on causing another person pain? You know, from the Marquis de Sade
- never mind - you were before his time. I forgot."

The ghost nodded her head, understanding.

Sadist seems the correct term
by that definition, though. He certainly did seem to get off
as you say. Sarah was his victim more than I ever was, though.

The spirit looked angry and her
form became more solid with the strength of her emotion. The room grew colder
and Em shivered.

"What do you mean?"
asked the woman.

The spirit spoke now, her voice
echoed in the empty tavern. "Sarah was his daughter. Daily he tormented
her. He made her read the charges against me. She dared not disobey, else both
of our punishments would have been well, worse than what they were. My
torture, which she was forced to watch, was his crowning moment. You see, Sarah
and I loved each other," said the spirit.

"Ah, maybe thats why
hes after Celine and Raven," said Em, nodding. "Homophobia knows
no bounds - not even death."

The spirit shook her head. "No,
its more than that," she said. "You see, Celine is my descendant
and Raven is Sarahs - the last of our lines. And now, they are together."

"Which means ?"
asked Em.

"It sets things in motion
for him to return - their being together opens a certain door - one from which
the Reverend might pass completely through into this world - the Land of the
Living," said Elizabeth, grimly. "All he needs is now is someone to call
him through. Then he will be able to manifest as I have - only his transformation
to the corporeal world will be permanent."

"Thats just great!"
said Em. "Thats all we need - another damn right-wing, fundamentalist!
And this one doesnt just settle for spreading his poison from a pulpit
- no, this one likes to torture people into compliance!"

"Dont worry, Emmeline,"
said Elizabeth, smiling. "Those two being together also means that we have
the power to finally defeat him. Forever."

"Then lets just hope
those two love-birds stay together - and alive," said Em, shaking
her head as she bent to start cleaning up.

Celine awoke first and smiled.
She gazed lovingly over at Raven. Raven slept, curled up on her side, her black
hair over her closed eyes. Gently Celine brushed it back and leaned to kiss
Ravens temple. Raven stirred, her eyes fluttering open, then she smiled.

"Hey," she whispered,
pulling Celine down for a kiss. Celine returned the kiss, but just as it began
to grow into something more, they heard the cat yowling in the other room. Both
women leaped up, throwing on whatever clothing was handy and ran to see what
it was.

The women could see through Celines
windows that the sun was beginning to set. The room was dim since no one had
turned on the lamps and they could make out a shadowy outline in one corner
of the room.

"Sarah?" said Raven,
starting to approach. The shadowy figure put up both hands to ward the women
off. "Sarah, whats wrong?"

The ghost pointed in the direction
of the kitchen. Raven walked over to the kitchen entrance and flipped the light
switch. Nothing happened, but she could make out the cat, Galinthias, staring
at the small window over the sink. The window was ajar and a horrible smell
filled the room. Galinthias was crouched low, ready to pounce, growling at the
window.

"Hey, Gil, what is it?"
said Celine, coming up behind Raven.

"Shh," said Raven.
"She sees something."

Celine frowned and tried the
light.

"Doesnt work,"
whispered Raven.

"No kidding," muttered
Celine. "What is that smell?"

"Dont look at me,"
Raven joked, trying to break the tension and the fear she was feeling.

"Funny," said Celine.
"It smells like oh, gods! It smells like the cellar at the tavern!"

"Yeah," said Raven.
"Only ten times stronger. Hey, did we do that window the other night?"

"I I dont remember,"
said Celine, biting her lip.

"I dont think we did,"
said Raven, grimly. "Damn! He must have followed us from there today."

"What are we going to do?"
asked Celine, frightened. She moved closer to Raven. The taller woman wrapped
an arm around her and pulled her closer.

"Its okay - we have
to get him out of here, though," she said.

Suddenly, the kitchen light came
on, but only for a spilt second as the fluorescent bulbs suddenly flashed painfully
bright, then exploded in a shower of tiny glass shards. Galinthias bolted from
the room. Raven pulled Celine closer still, burying the smaller womans
face protectively in her chest even as she turned her own face away from the
flying glass.

All the ceramic canisters on
the counter top began to shatter, one by one, like dominoes falling, spilling
their contents. The cupboard doors banged open and shut, boxes and cans flying
out. Dishes flew, smashing against the walls. The refrigerator door flew open
and the contents flew out, hitting the walls and splattering them in a colourful
display which rivalled a modern art exhibit.

The women heard the sound of
glass shattering and a feline howl in the living room.

"Galinthias!" cried
Celine, breaking away from Raven and running over the splinters of glass embedded
in the carpet. Raven ran after her. Celine found her beloved cat cowering behind
the couch and bent to pick her up, just as a heavy lamp flew over her head,
missing her by bare inches.

The computer monitor exploded
in bright flash, leaving the smell of electrical ozone heavy in the air. The
television followed, blue flames spitting from where the screen had just been.

"Come on, Celine, we have
to get out of here!" Raven cried, grabbing her and pulling her toward the
door.

"Wait!" cried Celine,
running for the bedroom. Raven rolled her eyes. Celine is beautiful, but
panic just isnt pretty! she thought, following. She stepped into the
bedroom and the door slammed shut behind her.

Inside the bedroom, all was peaceful
and quiet. Celine sat on the bed, sobbing into Galinthiass black fur.

"He cant come in here,"
said Celine, looking up at Raven with tears in her green eyes. "Its
consecrated by the altar and the magic."

"No, Love, he cant
get in here but there are about half a dozen small fires out there that can,"
said Raven. "Not to mention the toxic fumes all those burning electronics
are letting off. Come on, Sweetie. Bring Galinthias and lets go."

"What about Sarah?"
asked Celine.

Suddenly, Sarah manifested as
a shadow and anxiously waved them towards the window before disappearing again.

The women paused only to pull
on some more substantial clothing and then went to the bedroom door. It was
hot to the touch.

"Damn!" said Raven.
"We cant go that way - the fires already at the door!"

"The window," gasped
Celine, already feeling the effects of the fumes seeping under the crack of
the door.

Raven opened the window and pushed
the screen out. Already the women heard sirens rapidly approaching. She helped
Celine through the opening, then grabbed the quilt from the bed, as well as
her cell phone and wallet from the nightstand. Then she climbed through the
window after Celine. She wrapped the quilt around the smaller womans shoulders.
Celine still clutched Galinthias. Raven noticed the creature was more docile
than usual. She had half expected the cat to have already jumped from Celines
arms - probably leaving long gashes from her claws along the way - and run off.
But no, Galinthias sat quite calmly in Celines arms, moving only to rub
her face along Celines tear-dampened cheeks, as if to comfort her.

A fireman approached the women.

"Hey," he said, smiling
sympathetically. "What happened here?"

"We dont know,"
said Raven, walking up to the man. "We just tried to turn on the kitchen
light and all hell broke loose." Literally, she thought grimly.
It wasnt exactly a lie, but Raven had no desire to try and explain that
an evil ghost had come in through a hole in their defences and attacked them
for reasons they themselves still did not understand.

"These old buildings,"
said the fireman, shaking his head in understanding. "The wirings
all screwed up most of the time - probably a short in the system somewhere.
Well, well check it out and see that you get a report for your insurance
company. Must be a lot of damage - the neighbours called us and said that there
were explosions."

"Yeah," said Raven.
"Whole refrigerator blew up."

The fireman whistled. "Wow
- that bad?" he said. Raven got the impression that he was impressed to
the point of glee. Must be bored just covering calls from people with grease
fires on the stove or rescuing cats from trees, she thought cynically. And
speaking of cats, that one is acting very strange

Celine was somewhere else. She
gazed off into the distance, still clutching Galinthias tightly, but the cat
did not fight her grip.

"Is she okay?" asked
the fireman, gesturing to Celine.

"Yeah, I think she just
breathed in too much stuff in there," said Raven. "Shell be
fine."

"Well, we got an ambulance
on the way anyway - standard procedure," said the fireman. "We should
check her out, just in case. Might be in shock."

"Probably," said Raven,
sadly. "She just lost everything she owns."

"Yeah but at least she managed
to save the cat," said the fireman. "You have no idea how many pets
are lost each year - and how many stupid people we lose running back into a
fire to save Fluffy." He shook his head.

"Galinthias is much more
to her than a pet," said Raven. She knew the significance of a witchs
familiar and was extremely grateful that Celine had Galinthias, especially after
all this.

"I understand," said
the fireman, nodding, though Raven doubted that he really did. "Okay, Im
going to go and do my job - stick around for a bit. We may need to ask a few
more questions." The fireman jogged off, leaving Raven and Celine. The
other tenants of the apartments were standing around, staring at the women resentfully.
Raven merely shook her head, ignoring them. She glanced over at Celine who was
still staring at nothing, absently stroking Galinthias. The cat seemed to have
fallen asleep in her arms. An ambulance pulled up and two attendants hopped
out and questioned the firemen, then came over to Celine and Raven.

"Either of you hurt?"
asked one of the attendants, a young woman with short blonde hair in a navy
blue uniform.

"Nah, not really,"
said Raven, with a shrug. "A little glass flew around, but I think were
alright."

"Well take care of
her," said the woman, gently guiding Celine towards the ambulance. "You
want to hold the cat?"

"No," said Raven, shaking
her head. "Let her have her - I think she needs the contact right now."

"Okay," said the woman,
again guiding Celine to the ambulance. Raven flipped open her cell phone, pulling
a credit card from her wallet and began dialling.

Several frustrating calls later,
she closed the phone and walked to the ambulance.

"She alright?" asked
Raven, noting with mixed relief and anguish that Celine was crying, quietly.
At least shes back with us, thought Raven.

"Yeah, shell be fine,"
said the blonde EMT, smiling and gently pushing Celines golden hair from
her face. Raven raised an eyebrow at that and quelled the jealousy that threatened
to make her deck the woman. Shes only doing her job right?
thought Raven. Riiiight . Okay - get Celine out of here now. Tomorrow
will be time enough to go over everything. Right now, I just need to get her
away from here. Someplace safe.

"Can I get her out of here
now?" Raven asked. The EMT looked at her, then grinned, quickly dropping
her hand.

"Sorry," she said,
understanding immediately.

"No problem," said
Raven through only slightly clenched teeth. Then she grinned. "I do that
all the time myself. Can we go?"

The EMT laughed out loud. "Yeah,
no problem as far as were concerned. Shes fine, just a little lost
there for a moment - perfectly understandable, given the circumstances. Just
go and check with the firemen. They may have more questions for you."

Raven nodded and helped Celine
from the ambulance. The two women approached the cluster of yellow-slickered
firemen.

"Hey, can we go now?"
Raven called to them.

"Just a minute," said
one of them. Raven saw he wore a badge on his helmet and assumed he was the
chief. "Thats a real mess you got in there. What the hell happened?"

Raven shrugged. "Like I
told the other guy, all we did was try to turn on the kitchen light and all
hell broke loose."

The chief frowned. "It looks
like a lot more than that went on in there," he said.

"Hey, Chief, we found the
problem," said the fireman who had first approached Celine and Raven. He
grinned and nodded at the women. "Wiring, just like I thought. Chewed -
looks like rats have been after all the wires in the place. The owners are going
to have to fumigate as well as replace all the wires in the building. Meantime
all these folks will have to find a place to stay. Building wont be habitable
for some time. Tough finding a room right now, though."

"Tell me about it,"
muttered Raven. "Every place is booked solid."

"Yeah, this time of year
- Halloween is big business around these parts," said the friendly fireman.

"Well, we have a room,"
said Raven. "Well be at the Motel 6 on route 54 if you have anything
else."

"Whoa - way over there?"
said the fireman.

"Only thing I could find,"
said Raven, refraining to mention that it was the not only the closest place
with a vacancy, it was also the only place she called that allowed "pets"
- and Raven knew that Celine would not stay where Galinthias could not stay
with her.

"Well be in touch,"
said the chief.

Raven guided Celine to her truck
and the two drove to the motel. Raven checked in while Celine waited with Galinthias.
Raven still marvelled at the cats behaviour. They went to the room and
Celine sat on the one double bed, finally putting Galinthias down on the floor.
The cat hissed and ran under the bed.

"Now thats the Galinthias
we all know and love," chuckled Raven, sitting next to Celine.

"I know, I know, Honey,"
said Raven, holding her. "But the fireman said it was the wiring - insurance
should cover almost everything."

"Not not everything,"
sobbed Celine. "Not the pictures "

Raven thought sadly of the photo
album, lovingly compiled by Celines grandmother who had raised her. The
album had held the only pictures of her parents. And now it was gone.

"I know," said Raven,
soothingly. "Honey I am so sorry."

"Its okay," sighed
Celine, subduing the tears which threatened. "And youre right almost
everything can be replaced. Its just things."

"I know, but they were your
things," said Raven, still stroking Celines hair, calming the other
woman. "Things youve worked very hard for. Its not fair."

"No, its not,"
said Celine. "But thats just the way it is. And speaking of work,
I still have to go in tomorrow. I probably should try and get some sleep, after
all."

"Cant you take the
day off?" asked Raven. "I mean after all thats happened tonight,
surely your boss will understand No, huh?"

Celine rolled her eyes. "No,
not if I want the day after off - and I simply cant go in on Samhain,"
she said, laying back in on the paisley- patterned bedspread. "Theres
too much preparation for what we have to do that night."

"True," said Raven.
"You get some rest, then. Ill be right here."

"Youre not going to
sleep?" asked Celine, already drifting off.

"Nah, Im not tired,"
Raven fibbed. In truth, she had decided to stay awake and keep watch - just
in case.

"Kay," said Celine
as she slowly drifted into nightmares from which Raven had to wake her several
times until dawn.

Celine finally awoke and left
for work. Raven stretched out on the bed and decided to sleep until Celine returned
that afternoon. But Celine arrived back at the room hours before she was due,
slamming her briefcase on the standard issue, bolted-down desk provided with
the room.

Celine sighed and lowered her
face in her hands. "I was called into the bosss office as soon as
I got there. Apparently, they heard about the fire at the apartment complex.
Seems the company owns the building and its going to cost a bundle to
get it up to code. Since it was my apartment that started the whole
mess, they wanted to know what happened."

"What did you tell them?"
asked Raven, sitting up to wrap comforting arms around Celine.

"Just what I heard you tell
the firemen last night," said Celine. "We tried to turn on the kitchen
light and kablam - everything went."

"I take it they didnt
believe you?" said Raven.

"Oh, no, it wasnt
that they didnt believe me," said Celine. "The apartment was
just the excuse for calling me into the office. It seems there have been rumours
about my proclivities - and that is simply something the company
cannot tolerate - their reputation is at stake."

"I dont know, Lis,"
said Celine. "Id have to find a job and - oh. I have to do that anyway
now, dont I?"

"Yes, you do - and it shouldnt
be at all difficult for you to find something there. Come on Celine - theres
absolutely nothing holding you here now," said Raven.

Celine snuggled closer, feeling
the rightness of it, the safe feeling of Ravens strong arms wrapped securely
around her and knew there was no place she ever wanted to be but there.

"Yes, okay - but after we
do what we have to help Sarah and Elizabeth - and to stop him,"
she said, green eyes narrowing. "Its personal, now."

Raven chuckled and kissed the
top of Celines head, happier than she had been in a long time.

"You got it," she said.

Em Cassidy prepared well for
the party she had planned the following night. She even hired a professional
"fortune-teller" for the evening. Hard cider would be the seasonal
special for the evening, but there would be plenty of other drinks available
- for a price.

Shaking her head, the older woman
thought again of Celines warning and plea to cancel the party - but hell,
she had already paid the fortune-teller and bought the extra supplies. Maybe
I am greedy and mercenary after all, she thought. Ah, well, ghosts really
cant hurt people, after all.

She looked up to see the first
patrons of the evening walking through the door in costume. Raising an eyebrow,
but smiling, she offered "Romeo and Juliet" the first drinks of the
evening

Celine and Raven drove back to
the apartment. Raven had called the fire department and had learned that the
building was clear for the residents to enter in order to remove what belongings
they would need until they could move back in.

Celine was surprised to see that
the bedroom and its contents were untouched by the damage. She and Raven packed
everything except the furniture in crates and loaded up the truck. They went
back to the motel to prepare for the party at the Tavern later that night. Raven
had tried to rent costumes for them but had found that all the costume shops
were sold out.

"Its just as well,"
said Celine. "I have a feeling I think I know just what we need
for tonight - can we go to the fabric store?"

"Well, sure, but I dont
think we have time to whip up anything from scratch," said Raven, doubtfully.

"We dont need to,"
said Celine. "If we get into the crate that holds my clothes, I can make
a few alterations and I think well have just what we need. Trust me?"

"Always," said Raven,
smiling.

"Aw, come on, Andy," said the
young man dressed in the yellow t-shirt and jeans. He had ash-blonde hair and
grey eyes which sparkled with too much free hard cider. "Don't be such a chickenshit.
Everybody knows the 'Brew' is haunted. I bet we can call up some real
ghosts in this place."

Andy looked at his friend across
the table of Halloween revellers. "No, man, I don't wanna," he said.

"Come on - this was where they
killed all those witches - we could call up some ghosts and, like, give them
a chance to tell their side," said the other young man. "I bet they'd
look pretty gruesome, too - all burned up, their necks all crooked where they
were hung and shit."

"Dude, you are sick," said Andy,
shaking his head. "I don't want to see that stuff, Todd."

Todd stood a bit unsteadily.
"Cool by me, Andy, but I'm going to see if I can find me a ghost," he said.

Andy sighed and stood. "Alright,
I'll go with you - if I don't, you'll fall on your head and we'll be calling
up your ghost."

The Tavern was filling rapidly,
leaving Em with little time to pay attention to anything but her patrons and
their demands. So she didnt notice when a couple of her more inebriated
customers crept away toward the cellar door - which Em thought she had
re-locked after taking Celine and Raven down there two days before

The two young men slipped away
from their friends and made their way to the cellar door.

"Oh, its not just
that," said Celine, breathless, glancing over to Raven. "The resemblance
- especially in those clothes "

Both women were dressed identical
to the spirit which stood before them now. Celine had taken two black dresses
which had hung in her closet for ages and with a little alteration had transformed
them into Puritan garb.

"I would say the same of
you, Celine," said Sarah, wistfully. "You are the very mirror of my
Beth."

"I guess we should go,"
said Raven, quietly. "Will you be going with us, Sarah?"

"Ive no choice,"
said Sarah, sadly. "It is necessary that I, too, be there for this to be
successful. But at least, perhaps, I will see Beth. I miss her so."

"I understand," said
Celine. "Shall we?"

"I will meet you there,"
said Sarah.

Celine and Raven walked into
the Tavern, greeted by a red and yellow silk-clad Harlequin, who bowed and led
them to an empty table. Em came over to them, dressed as a 17th century
tavern maid. She grinned and Raven wondered how much of her own hard cider she
had already enjoyed.

"Seems I wasnt the
only one with this idea, eh?" said the tavern-keeper.

"Spur of the moment,"
said Raven, wryly, sipping at the complimentary cider. It was good, she had
to admit. "We didnt have much time for costume shopping since Celines
apartment was destroyed."

"What?" said Em, quietly
alarmed. She sat at the table with the two other women.

"It was him,"
said Celine, quietly.

Raven described the episode to
Ems growing alarm.

"God, I didnt think
I never believed that "

"What? Ghosts cant
harm people, right?" said Raven, angrily.

"Im sorry," said
Em. "And Im so sorry for your loss, Celine."

Celine smiled brightly at the
older woman and clasped her hand.

"No, its alright,"
she said, looking over to Raven. "Because of it, something even better
has happened."

"Oh?" said Em, smiling
at the two, one eyebrow raised.

"Hey, careful," growled
Raven, but she was smiling a bit herself. "This isnt that kind of
place, remember?"

"Oh, pooh," said Em,
waving her hand. "I didnt mean anything by that. It was a bad day.
Congratulations, you two. I am truly happy for you. Both of you."

"Yeah, well, anyway,"
said Raven, looking around the dimly lit tavern. "Hey - is that door supposed
to be open?"

"No!" cried Em, leaping
up from the table and hurrying as fast as the crowd would allow to the cellar
door. Celine and Raven followed. The three women looked down into the inky darkness
of the cellar, the odour wafting up to gag them. Celine staggered back and was
caught by Raven.

"Damn!" said Em. "I
must have forgotten to lock it back up that day - I had a lot on my mind, you
know."

"Yeah, I know," said
Raven. "Do you suppose it blew open in a a draught or something?"

A loud moan from the bottom of
the stairs answered her.

"Oh, nuts! Someone must
have stumbled in the dark and fell - thats a lawsuit waiting to happen,"
grumbled Em. An unearthly, teeth-setting laugh rose from the darkness, raising
goosebumps on all three womens skin. "Or not."

Celine looked dazed. She stepped
forward toward the steps and Raven caught her and pulled her back.

"Hey, where are you going?"
she asked. Celine shook her head.

"We have to go down there,"
said Celine. "If no other reason than that someone may be hurt and we have
to help them."

"Celine are you crazy?"
said Raven. "You know whats down there - thats no human being
making those sounds."

"Raven, I have to,"
said Celine, trying to shake off her lovers firm grip. She stopped struggling
for a moment and looked pleadingly at Raven. "You know we have to, dont
you?"

"Yes, but " said
Raven, frowning, trying to think of an effective stall. "We should wait
for Sarah."

Celine stopped and nodded. "Yes,"
she said. "Youre right. We must wait for her - and Elizabeth. They
will be here soon enough."

Sighing her relief, Raven led
Celine back to their table. It had been claimed by another group, but Raven
simply looked at them and they quickly scattered, offering hesitant apologies
and nervous smiles. Only one of the group was drunk enough to offer resistance,
but Raven quickly dispatched him, grabbing his hair and pulling him up from
the chair. She tossed him in the direction of his friends and sat down with
Celine and Em.

"Hey, want a job?"
chuckled Em. "I could use a bouncer."

"Nah," said Raven,
grinning. "Takes too much self control to not just slam him into the wall
- the one across the room, that is."

Em laughed and Celine managed
a slight smile. "Well, in the meantime, why not visit the fortune-teller,"
said Em, gesturing to a woman seated in the centre of the Tavern. She didnt
look at all busy, simply sitting, shuffling some cards repeatedly, then laying
some out, frowning and re-gathering them back to shuffle again. Em frowned.

"I am paying her a fortune
and no one is even using her services," said the tavern-keeper.

"Maybe no one is in the
mood for a fake fortune," said Raven, shrugging.

"Oh, shes not a fake,"
said Em. "In fact, she is one of the best at what she does."

"Yeah?" said Raven,
her curiosity getting the better of her. She arose and approached the fortune-teller,
sitting across the small table from the woman. "So? Tell my fortune."

The woman frowned. "Sarah?"
she whispered.

Raven looked into the greenest
eyes she had seen since gazing into Celines but a few moments ago.

"No," she said. "Im
Raven."

"Im sorry," said
the woman, shaking her head slightly. She smiled. "Well, what will it be?
Love, romance, money - where do your questions lie?"

"Nah, I know all of that,"
said Raven. "Tell me about my brother."

"Your brother?"
said the woman, frowning. "Thats impossible. You cant have
a brother."

Raven chuckled. "Tell my
mother that," she said, sensing someone behind her. "Hey, Em, I hate
to tell you this but - " Raven noticed the startled look in the fortune-tellers
eyes, then turned to see Celine.

"You you "
said the woman, then she broke into a wide smile. "You two are here. At
last."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Elizabeth
I presume?" she said, as a shadowy figure stepped out from behind the seated
woman. There stood Elizabeth. She smiled.

"Yes," she said. "We
have much to do this night. Where is Sarah?"

A black cat came running into
the tavern, causing squeals as people dodged her determined path to the women
standing by the fortune-teller. As if drawn by the crowd, others began to gather
around the bemused woman and ask for their fortunes as Elizabeth, Celine, and
Raven walked a bit away from her. Celine bent and scooped up her cat.

"Galinthias, what are you
doing here?" she scolded. "How did you get here?"

Sarah suddenly stood before them.
She smiled as Elizabeth gathered her into a long-awaited embrace. The two spirits
stood there for several moments, gazing into each others eyes.

"Alright," muttered
Em. "Break it up. People are staring."

"Let them," said Celine,
brushing a tear from her eye. "Havent they waited long enough?"

"No, shes right,"
said Elizabeth. "We have work to do. Come."

"To ?" said Sarah,
fearfully.

"Yes," said Elizabeth,
firmly.

"Oh, Goddess," said
Celine, turning pale. "We have to go down there. I think
Im going to throw up."

"Later," said Raven,
taking her arm and leading her to the cellar door.

Elizabeth took a candle and lit
three others from it, handing one to each of the women and Sarah. "Emmeline,
wait up here. This is not your battle," she said.

"Its my place,"
said Em, stubbornly lighting her own candle.

"Shes right,"
said Celine, a dazed look in her eye. "Shes the owner of this place
now. She has to be involved in the banishing."

"Yes, but " said
Em.

"Not to fear, old friend,"
said Sarah, smiling at her. "If all goes well, Beth and I will not need
to be banished - we will be allowed to move on."

"Together," said Celine,
smiling.

"Always," said Elizabeth,
smiling at Sarah.

Raven rolled her eyes.

"Enough mush - can we get
on with this, please?" she said, impatiently pushing the cellar door the
rest of the way open. She felt around for the light switch, but found it didnt
work.

"Careful," whispered
Celine. "Remember what happened last time we tried to turn on the lights."

"Right," said Raven,
grimly. "Okay, lets go."

They proceeded cautiously down
the stairs, hesitant to feel their way for the shapes illumined by the dancing
candlelight were ominous.

Celine found herself reaching
back with her free hand and grasping Ravens hand. The strength of her
soul-mates presence gave her courage to keep going. Raven squeezed her
hand gently.

"Its okay," said
Raven, noting how the candles glow gave Celine a certain ethereal beauty.
Like an angel, thought Raven, admiringly. She noticed that the spirits,
Elizabeth and Sarah were translucent in the candles soft glow.

At last they were all at the
bottom of the steps. Raven looked around, setting her candle down on a dusty
barstool which had been relegated to the cellar for the sin of a loose leg.
No doubt, it had been Ems fathers intent to fix it - "some
day". Celine wondered just how much of this stuff had been put here against
that "some day" which had never come. She also reflected on how many
"some days" she had put things off for - grateful that her new life
with Raven was not one of them.

If we ever get out of here,
she thought grimly. Ill think twice about putting things off, Mother,
I promise I will

All of a sudden, a foul wind
blew through the cellar, blowing out all the candles. Celine felt strong arms
wrap around her waist and relaxed slightly, though she was gagging on the odour
of the wind. A maniacal, unearthly laughter filled her ears and though Celine
clapped her hands over them, she could still hear it loudly. She realised that
the sound was in her head and nearly panicked until she heard Ems voice.

"Cease and desist!"

There was an eerie silence for
a moment, then the laughter returned, louder and more derisive.

"You think your puny claim
on this building can stop me, you sinful woman?" came a booming
voice. The wind returned, stronger than before and worse-smelling. Em was knocked
back, hitting the stone wall hard enough to knock her unconscious. Suddenly,
Sarah and Elizabeth were visible. A glow surrounded the spirits and filled the
room. Raven looked to Em and saw two young men lying there - the Reverends
vehicle to this world.

"No, but I can, Father,"
said Sarah, quietly.

Celine and Raven saw him, then.
An imposing man, tall and clothed in black. His eyes were piercing, black, but
filled with an unholy fire and his face was cruel, if handsome. His hair was
long and coal-black, hanging well past his shoulders. His skin was pale as milk.
He smiled and Raven saw the madness in him.

"So," he said, quietly,
but the threat remained in his voice. "Sarah, my Sarah. Have you not learned
in all these centuries that you cannot defeat me? Why, look at you, Girl - you
still tremble in my presence. Give it up."

"No," said Sarah, defiantly,
her dark eyes meeting his for the first time ever. "Father, you are evil
and I have come to stop you - for all time. You will never again cause harm
to those I love."

"Love?"
laughed the Reverend. "What do you know of love, Girl? You are damned -
the damned know naught of love - only of sin."

"Excuse me," said Celine.
"What is this sin you keep talking about?"

"Why, my Child, sin is anything
which is against the laws of God and nature," he said, almost gently.

"Like, um, the torture of
innocent people?" said Celine, her eyes narrowing.

"None of them were innocent!"
boomed the Reverend, angrily slamming his fist down on the rickety barstool,
smashing the wood to splinters and sending the candle flying across the room.
"And you know it!" He pointed to Sarah. "You! You wrote
the names yourself and the charges."

"Just because it was written
didnt make it true, Father," said Sarah, quietly. "I am ashamed
of what I did."

"That is because you are
a sinner and damned, just as they all were," said the Reverend. "That
is why you are bound to this accursed place."

"No," said Elizabeth,
her eyes flashing. "That is why you were bound to this place. Sarah
was never bound here - she was free to move on whenever she wished. She was
waiting for me - only you cursed me to remain. Sarah wouldnt leave because
I was here so I placed a spell of protection over her as long as she was here
- so you could not harm her."

"Yes, I practised the old
religion," said Elizabeth, defiantly. "So did Sarah and so did her
mother - your wife! But never did any of us work to cause harm or worship some
creature out of your Book called the devil."

"Yesss," hissed the
Reverend. "I knew of their betrayal."

"Is that why you killed
my mother?" said Sarah, angrily.

"Your mother died in childbirth,"
said the Reverend, shortly.

"Yes, after you beat her
into her birthing pains!" cried Sarah.

Suddenly, Celine was transported
back in time. She saw the whole scene before her .

Sarahs mother was screaming,
weeping vehemently.

"Noooo!" she cried
as the Reverend landed another blow to her huge belly.

"You will not defy
me, Woman!" he said quietly, the very calmness of his voice as he landed
blow after heavy blow upon the woman sending shivers through Celine.

Suddenly, the woman fell, blood
trickling from her mouth, her eyes rolling back. Celine saw her spasming as
the birth pains came.

"You monster," she
whispered weakly. "You would call me witch? Very well, you
bastard. Then a witchs curse I will lay upon you never
will any male child be born of your line and all of your descendants will die
in childbirth until your line dies out. No male child will be born to
your line so that the taint of your evil blood, your evil name will die out
in time."

The Reverend cursed and took
his hat, leaving the house and returning with the physician.

"Reverend," said the
man, quietly. "Shes dead."

"What about the child?"
asked the reverend.

"I dont know,"
said the man, scratching his head.

"Cut it out of her,"
said the Reverend, coldly. "I must see if it If it is a son, it
is worth salvaging."

And so, Sarah was born from her
dead mother, cut from her still-warm body. The baby squirmed when the cold air
hit her, then mewed like a weak kitten. The Reverend looked at her in disgust.

"A girl," he spat.
"Never mind - find a wet-nurse in the village. I suppose its my Christian
duty to try and keep it alive. At least long enough to baptise - all females
are vessels of original sin - I must do whatever is necessary to quench that
sin - keep it alive until I can drive out its demons by the holy water of baptism."

"Yes, Reverend," said
the physician. He put on his hat and wrapped the infant tenderly in a blanket.
"What about her, Sir?" The man pointed to Sarahs mother.

"Ah, poor woman," said
the Reverend. "She was quite mad, you know - had a fit. I couldnt
stop her. She just kept throwing herself to the floor."

The physician eyed faded bruises
- shaped like hand-prints - but said nothing. Instead, he covered her with a
sheet from the bed.

"Ill send some women
over to prepare the body," he said. "And well start digging
the grave - would you like for me to send for another minister to preside -
?"

"No," said the Reverend,
harshly. "I will conduct the services. But the women to prepare the body
and men to dig the grave - that will be quite welcome. Thank you."

Then the physician left with
little Sarah and Celine saw no more .

"He did - he killed her!"
cried Celine.

"Silence!" roared the
Reverend, pointing at her.

"Along with over forty other
innocent people."

Raven looked over to where Emmeline
Cassidy lay. The older woman sat up slowly, rubbing her head. She looked at
her hand and saw blood there. A figure stepped out from beside her.

"Mother!" cried Sarah.
The woman smiled at her and nodded.

"You!" roared the Reverend
again, pointing at the woman.

"Yes, Matthew, its
me Rachel," said Sarahs mother, smiling - but her smile to him was
not so nice. "You tortured to death over forty innocent souls. And the
only evil in this village was you. Yes, I walked the old path - and even
after you killed me, I came to my daughter, teaching her the old ways. But I
was not evil - nor were any of those you murdered for your own foul purpose."

"All were evil - all were
sinners!" cried the Reverend fiercely, but the women could see that he
was losing momentum in the face of this powerful adversary. "You corrupted my
daughter with your evil ways!"

"Witch and adulterer!"
the Reverend said with a hiss. "Is there no end to your sins, Woman?"

"Matthew, the only sin was
yours," said Rachel. She looked around at the dusty cellar. "Here,
in this place, where you tortured so many is where you yourself will pay for
your sins."

Suddenly, the room was filled
with people, all wearing the garb of three hundred years ago.

"Abigail Gideon," said
Sarah as one woman stepped forward. "You tried to make her confess to hexing
your pulpit - because you lost your sermon notes for that Sabbath Meeting
and couldnt remember what you were speaking about. It wouldnt do
for the Reverend to look so foolish, now would it? So you used a hot poker until
she screamed her confession. Then you hanged her in the village common."

Sarah recited the names of each
of the souls who had suffered at the Reverends hands and the women saw
that she held a black book from which she read, scratching away upon the pages
with a quill. She looked up at the Reverend. "Now, the truth will be read
- and recorded, as I should have done then."

Celine, Raven and Em listened
to the litany of the Reverends victims and his crimes against them, horrified
at his cruel tortures.

Then Sarah closed the book and
Elizabeth leaned over to Raven and whispered, "Get Celine and Em out of
here - and clear the building."

"What about them?"
asked Raven, gesturing to the two young men, still unconscious. "What about
you?"

"Dont worry about
us," said Elizabeth, keeping one eye on Sarah. "And those two are
now beyond your help. Just get everyone else out - please, Raven! Theres
not much time left!"

Raven gently but firmly took
Celine and Em by the arms and led them swiftly up the stairs. She turned back
once and saw the people slowly advancing on the Reverend, he himself cowering
back in fear.

Swiftly, the women closed the
door of the cellar just as howls of terror and pain began to sound from the
now dark cellar.

"Alright, Everybody - the
partys over!" cried Em.

"Awww, come on!" cried
one of the patrons. Raven stepped up to him, grabbing him by the throat and
escorting him none too gently through the door, noticing that the sky was turning
pre-dawn grey. She turned to the other patrons.

"Whos next?"
she said, grinning. "Come on - its way past two am - Ems gonna
have trouble with the liquor board if you all just dont get out - you
want to see this place closed down?"

The patrons stopped grumbling,
most apologising and thanking Em as they passed her on the way out.

"Yeah, yeah," she said.
"Well do it again next year."

"Hey, I think my buddies
are still in the bathroom," said one young man. "They been gone a
couple of hours "

"Okay - well just
let them sleep it off in there then," said Raven, escorting the young man
none too gently by the collar out of the door. She looked at Em and shook her
head. Em nodded slightly, catching Ravens thought. Those young men would
probably not be seen again.

Finally the Tavern was clear
of patrons, all of them getting into the vans Em had hired to ensure that none
of tonights guests would drive drunk. The fortune-teller gathered her
things and left after them.

"I gotta charge ya extra
on account of I went over time, Emmy," she said, then smiled. "Ahhh
- forget it - I havent had so much fun in ages - consider it a Halloween
gift."

"Thanks, Barb," said
Em, smiling.

The Tavern was empty. It had
taken all of ten minutes, but to the women caught in the urgency of the situation,
it felt like hours. Em looked around, suddenly struck by a sharp sadness she
couldnt quite define.

"Come on," said Raven
quietly, leading the other two woman out to the empty parking lot. The sky was
turning lighter, the grey tinged with pink. It was going to be a beautiful sunny
day, Celine thought, cradling Galinthias in her arms.

Suddenly there was a loud BANG!
The women looked back and saw the Tavern in flames.

"Oh, no!" cried Em,
starting to run back. Raven and Celine grabbed her and held her back. Em shook
her head. "Thanks. Dont quite know what I thought I was going to
do about it."

"Oh, yeah," said Em,
again shaking her head. "You know, I had a feeling ah, never mind.
Im going home. You two need a lift?"

"Just like that?" asked
Raven, one eyebrow raised. "Dont you think you should wait for the
fire department?"

"Nah. I just cant
watch it you know," said Em, sadly.

"I do know," said Celine.
She hugged Em and the older woman left.

"Come on," said Raven
as the sound of sirens appeared.

"But dont you
think someone should be here when the fire department arrives?" asked Celine
as Raven led her to her truck.

"Maybe, but not us,"
said Raven, opening the door. "Theyll remember us - and I really
dont want to deal with all that. Come on, Baby, get in."

Celine turned and watched as
the old wooden building collapsed into the hole that had been the cellar. Raven
raised an eyebrow. Then understanding dawned.

"Come on," she said
gently, helping Celine into the truck. "Well watch from over there."
She pointed to a hill where a huge old oak tree stood.

Raven drove over to the hill
and parked. Celine got out and Raven pulled an old blanket from the back of
the truck, spreading it under the tree. She and Celine sat, arms around each
other, watching the firemen swarming over the already smouldering remains of
the tavern. Celine lay her head on Ravens shoulder.

"Do you think theyre
" she asked softly.

"I dont know Love,"
said Raven, kissing the top of Celines fair head.

"I hope wherever they are,
that theyre together and happy," said Celine wistfully.

"Count on it." The
two women looked up and gasped, then smiled as Sarah and Elizabeth materialised.
"We wanted to thank you - both of you."

"Yes," said Sarah,
smiling happily. "If not for you, we would still be trapped."

"What about ?"
asked Celine.

"He has gone to the place
he prepared for himself," said Elizabeth.

"You know, if not for you
two, I may never have found the courage to confront him," said Sarah, smiling.
"You showed me I could be strong, that I could do what was right. By finally
telling the truth, I have set myself free. Here - take this and guard it. It
is the true record of the Witch Trials here."

She handed Celine the black book.

"I will keep it safe,"
said Celine, gravely.

"Well do one better
- well publish it," said Raven. "That way, the truth will be
known."

"Then we are truly free,"
said Sarah, happily.

"So, its over?"
asked Celine, hopefully.

"No," said Elizabeth,
smiling happily. "Its only the beginning."

The spirits embraced, gazing
lovingly at one another, then leaning in to each other, their lips met. The
kiss broke and they smiled at their descendants and walked off towards the rising
sun, hand in hand until they disappeared.